Last night was it. All she wrote. The final items were removed from the house where Mister and I have lived for over a decade.
Before we turned off the lights – for the last time – we hugged and I teared up. Some good times were had in that old house. Raucous laughter filled the kitchen. Crazy dancing took place in the living room. Celebrations were toasted in the dining room. Books devoured. Songs written. Decisions made. Arguments settled. Injuries healed. Memories formed. Life lived. It all took place within the walls of the old house.
And now it’s time for someone else to make memories there. In that home. If they have only half the love we knew, they will be truly blessed.
We certainly were.
So very sorry. Moving every few years has been such a habit that when we live more than two any one place it feels like major surgery to leave. Best.
Oh, I’ll have something Dr.Who related for you on my blog over the weekend (pub related to a John Pertwee doctor). If that helps. Cheers, T.